An Lan's cheeks were as red as if her face were a kettle that had just started boiling, steam seemingly billowing out, her cheeks flushed as though slathered with rouge, and at the same time, she had accidentally sketched out a three-room-one-hall floor plan with her toes.
She quickly separated from Chen Fan and turned away, stammering, "You... don't get the wrong idea, just now, I saw something on your mouth and tried to help you remove it."
Chen Fan lay on the bed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, the sensation on his lips yet to fade, and because he had just woken up, his thoughts were sluggish, he didn't even process what An Lan had just been doing.
It took him a while before he slowly asked, "Qingyan... was she taken away?"
By then, An Lan had also calmed down, she turned around to look at Chen Fan and nodded seriously, "Yes."
